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Harrington patted Dunlop on the shoulder and said, "Although you're only a sixth-level necromancer, you're a necromancer. These ruins might be hiding many vengeful spirits and evil spirits. This is your area of expertise. Communicate with those vengeful spirits, and you might even find something valuable."

In the continent of Azer, there are indeed not many necromancers.

After all, necromancy magic is still in its early stages of development. On the entire continent, there are very few necromancers, let alone black magicians.

This is largely "thanks" to the guidance of the magicians by the Aize Federation, which has enabled most magicians to develop in a more orthodox direction.

Dunlop was still worried and muttered, "Why don't we talk to President Merlin about exploring the ruins? After all, these ruins look fraught with danger. What if something goes wrong..."

Harrington frowned, his face full of impatience, and said unhappily: "Do I need to tell that Merlin guy? Don't you know who is the boss?"

"That's right, that's right," Gust echoed from the side, "Merlin is just a student at the Arcane Academy, and I, Gust, am an honorary teacher at the academy."

Harrington straightened his back and said proudly, "I'm Merlin's teacher, and Vice Dean Jenny is here too. Can't we handle this?"

Kelvin spread his hands, looking nonchalant, and said with a smile, "Don't look at me. I'm an imperial criminal. It's normal for me to be undisciplined."

Dunlop rolled his eyes helplessly. At this moment, Gust spoke again, "Anyway, we've already made all the necessary arrangements at the Oberon Ruins. They'll automatically attack any explorers who come. We'll be gone for a while, and it shouldn't be a big deal."

Dunlop hesitated for a moment, but finally compromised and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Although he said this, his hand quietly reached into his pocket, intending to take out the communication crystal to contact Merlin and seek some advice or support.

However, Harrington had been paying attention to Dunlop's movements. With quick eyes and hands, he reached out and pressed Dunlop's hand, snatched the communication crystal away, and snorted coldly, "Dunlop, you are really dishonest."

Dunlop was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat. He pretended to be calm and explained, "I... I just wanted to use the flashlight function of the communication crystal. After all, these ruins are so dark, right?"

"A sixth-level magician still needs a flashlight? Stop trying to be clever here and put away your little ideas!" Gust snorted disdainfully. After that, he reached out and grabbed Dunlop's collar, and walked towards the depths of the ruins like holding a chicken.

Deep inside the ruins, three members of the Temple of War were in a spacious but messy room.

The surrounding area was filled with all kinds of strange-shaped experimental instruments and tattered books, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

Just then, a slight rustling sound came into their ears.

The three of them raised their heads alertly, only to see a group of red humanoid creatures crawling densely on the ceiling.

These creatures were agile, and their bodies flashed strangely in the dim light. They seemed to have a clear goal, and they bypassed other adventure groups and rushed straight towards the members of the Temple of War.

However, the members of the Temple of War did not panic.

Looking at this group of strange red humanoid creatures, and feeling the violent magic in their bodies like a volcano about to erupt, for some reason, they always felt that there seemed to be an indescribable "bond" between them and these humanoid creatures.

"A familiar power..."

The lizardman raised his head slightly, looked at the red humanoid creature attacking him, and muttered softly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

At the moment when a dozen red humanoid creatures pounced on him like hungry tigers—

At the core of the ruins, Andersen sat leisurely on the throne, his consciousness spreading like a spider web to every corner of the ruins, and he knew everything that happened here.

He had already pictured in his mind the tragic end of the three lone explorers with the blood of the God of War.

After all, he sent out more than a dozen carefully cultivated fifth-level experimental subjects this time, and there was also a more powerful sixth-level experimental subject hidden. In his opinion, it would be easy to defeat the other party.

But, almost in the blink of an eye, Andersen's face turned as pale as paper.

He was horrified to find that the connection between him and the experimental subjects was cut off by a sharp blade and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He felt in disbelief that the three guys with the blood of the God of War were still there in the ruins. He was filled with shock and had no idea what was going on.

"Damn it, where are my experimental subjects? Why did they suddenly disappear?" Andersen roared angrily, his voice echoing in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh.

In that room, except for the original three members of the Temple of War, Daisy, Gibbon and other members of the Temple of War were wearing a layer of "black cloth" and hiding quietly in the corner.

The almost imperceptible golden veins extending on the walls and ground of the ruins, after coming into contact with this layer of "black cloth", seemed to have encountered some taboo object and avoided it, as if treating it as an object without any breath of life.

"What a bunch of ghosts, they look neither human nor ghost, but why do I always feel that there is something disgusting about these guys?"

Covered by the "black cloth", Daisy frowned and spoke softly, her tone full of disgust.

Yoshimoto couldn't help but complain: "Can I take this thing off? It's really disgusting. When I think that this thing is made of human skin, I get goose bumps all over my body."

That’s right, the other members of the Temple of War in the room were wearing human skin that was looted from the Ancient God Cult and could block out magic power.

This thing is extremely magical and can hide the magic power perfectly.

If one does not rely on the naked eye to observe, but only relies on magical perception, the person wearing this thing will be seen as a stone or something like that, without any life or magical fluctuations.

Daisy quickly stopped him, saying, "No, you can't take it off. Although I'm also disgusted by this thing, it does make our movements within the ruins much easier."

After all, these humanoid creatures mainly rely on magic to sense the creatures in the ruins, and this "human skin" undoubtedly becomes an excellent cover for them in the ruins.

The reason why Andersen was able to detect this group of people from the Temple of War was because of the special connection he had established with those experimental subjects, which allowed him to perceive the situation within the entire ruins.

Now the sudden loss of contact with the experimental subject has plunged him into extreme confusion and anger.